I dreamed we stood in a cinematic light
As though the pensive years had passed us by
And all the things I had stored up to cry about
Vanished like quick clouds or in flurries melting away
We looked at our hands new branching
As if we were made of apple blossoms
No longer encased in a weariness
That always seemed to say
You have seen better days
Astonished we brooked the hill
And noted no fading light
And the stars with ever increasing enchantment
Shown in their increasing magnitudes.
and scene by quaking scene.
Oh friends, can this be I whispered into the silver night
Is it true then we are really resurrected?
mary angela douglas 27 march 2024
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